today, and the day before, was gray, bleak and drizzly. I am walking
in the woods, looking for landmarks. Arising out of deep simplicity, landmarks change.
There is Carmen Miranda, her hat a cornucopia of ferns
balanced atop Vagina Tree. Avebury Rock is all stomach and naked
of foliage, until next spring. In the doorless Stone
House, the alchemist Paracelsus once proposed
that he had created a false human being through his science. Called
a homunculus, this creature stood no more than 12 inches tall and
does the work usually associated with a golem. However, after a short time, the homunculus
was known to turn on it's creator and run away. The recipe consisted
of a bag of bones, sperm, skin fragments and discarded
socks and other unsorted remnants of a sagging economy and
chimerical cause. Through it all, the Green Man remains adamant: Why
are you always missing the point?
the cold trail,
a white flower